Cherry Blossoms After Winter: Volume 1 Novels & Stories

She aksed him who was had lost all his words. "Why I am here? Why I am here? Oh yeah, I came to take you to that bosom.... No, no ...I am not talking about your bosom.... It's blossom.... Cherry blossom. Cherry blossom season and...." "First, stop staring at my chest." Giselle put her hand to cover the area which made Hyun lose his mind. "Second, I could not understand what you are talking about." Hyun licked his dry lips and lool away from her.

The world around me seemed hushed, draped in an ethereal shroud of silence that only winter's arrival could bestow. My senses were tantalized by the aroma that hung heavy in the crisp air—a symphony of snowflakes, each one a delicate note contributing to the grand composition of nature's breath. This was a fragrance unique to winter, a blend of cold purity and untamed wilderness. The snow-laden ground and the towering sentinels of the forest seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the world to awaken from its frozen slumber.

As our conversation over the parchment ended my father excused himself to his room and returned with a package which resembled the size of our face basin. When I first saw the package, I was a little filled with disappointment because what I desired was an adventure as my gift. I wanted more than anything to go to the celebration of Hanami tomorrow. It was a celebration that the main village threw every year for all to attend to watch the cherry blossoms bloom. We saw it as a time of renewal and a reminder to enjoy the fleeting nature of life. The blooms only stayed open for about two weeks after Hanami began and then for another year the branches would sit empty in the village. However, all

Running was my time to unplug from the world and clear my head. I crossed the park and leaned on a bench to stretch my legs, noticing two policemen standing near a man setting up his food cart for the day. We New Yorkers were ready for spring after an ungodly cold winter with more snow than we’d had in decades. We relished even the hint of sunshine. A light breeze carried the floral scent of the cherry blossom trees that varied from pearly white to pale pink and deep magenta. With the harsh winter looming behind us, the blooming promised a bright, hopeful future.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I have something for you." He pulled a small pouch from his coat and placed it gently in her hands. Sally furrowed her brow slightly, a sudden mix of emotions stirring in her. "What is it?" "It's a phoenix. Take a look and see if you like it," Cloud said, his eyes bright with excitement, barely able to hide his eagerness. Sally pressed her lips together and opened the pouch. Inside was a carved phoenix, so lifelike it seemed ready to spread its wings. Painted with delicate colors, it was exquisitely beautiful. She didn't say a word, only traced the figure gently with her fingertips.

Chapter Seven: A BREACH IN SECURITY Rojean opened her eyes, her hands shielding them from the glare of the light from the window which curtains were opened. Her phone kept buzzing that caused her to wake up from her slumber. It didn’t bother her as she didn’t really have the time at the moment to go over any thought process but once she took a peek at her phone and Krister was constantly sending her messages, she sat up and breathed out. She realised that it was a quarter and a half past 7 and that it was too early to be dealing with Krister’s business but nevertheless she called him up to know what was going on.

It’s so delicate that it can easily be destroyed and be deformed. Cian Xia has always admired the beauty and softness of cherry blossom petals, but as time passed and the seasons of life changed. He grew to dislike and despise it. In annoyance, he gritted his teeth, snorted and flung his sleeve. “It’s time to grow new trees and reconstruct some things inside my peak. Everything will be different from now on,” he said. His voice was filled with displeasure and coldness. Following that, he arose from his bed and walked over to the window. He then noticed that the tree's petals continued to fall, as if the autumn season was approaching.

Cheryl grinned. The man took out his cellphone from his pants pocket: an expensive cell phone, with black colour. Cheryl started typing as instructed. "Huh, how come the cherry blossoms come out?" "Read the caption." "Cherry blossoms, derived from Japanese, the word 'pocket' which means flower." "Do you see the picture?" Cheryl nodded. "Isn't it beautiful?" "If you are juxtaposed with that flower, you are still the prettiest among them." Cheryl looked at her opponent. She swore that this very instant, Cheryl had fallen in love with the wise man in front of her.

His voice slides through the air, smooth and measured, every syllable sharp as glass. "Since Miss Hart has finally decided to join us, perhaps she can enlighten us on today’s reading." The floor beneath me vanishes. A rustling of paper. The shifting of bodies. A roomful of people waiting—waiting for me to crash and burn. I force my gaze to the board. The words, written in neat, elegant script, stare back at me like they know I’m about to ruin myself. "The plum blossoms wait for spring, enduring the frost in silence."

The warriors lean into it, joining with low growls and deep, resonant howls that echo through the trees and mountains. Slowly, almost impossibly, the cold, gray earth beneath our feet begins to change. Tiny green shoots push through the frost-hardened soil, trembling toward the pale light of the waning moon. Flowers, delicate and vibrant, burst open in sudden clusters, painting the blackened battlefield with swaths of color. I breathe in deeply. The air is different, warmer, sweeter. The heavy scent of decay is replaced by the fresh fragrance of damp earth and blooming life. It’s spring.